Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.